"Do you want a brother or a sister?" Marian Eaton asked.
Fermin placed his hand on her belly and thought for a moment. "A sister."
Marian laughed, "Smart boy, knowing it's a girl before she's even born."
Bert walked over, concerned about her health.
Marian asked, "What should we name your sister?"
"Liza." Fermin crouched down, pressing his ear to Marian's belly.
He closed his eyes and whispered, "She's my long-awaited little sister."
His thoughts drifted back to the present.
Fermin remembered the warmth of that dream, but he also knew how cruel reality was.
He hadn't been lost in that dream because there were more important things to take care of.
He smiled at the sleeping Liza, carefully removed the face mask, and tossed it into the trash.
Before leaving, he left the lamp on. Liza couldn't sleep well in complete darkness.
Outside the room, his smile faded, replaced by his usual coldness.
The maid stood nervously by the door.
"Keep an eye on Liza. Don't let her run off."
"Yes, sir."
Fermin turned and walked toward the dark end of the hallway.
The next step of their plan was going to be fun.
...
Debra sat by her bed, staring at her phone. The screen lit up again and again with incoming calls.
It was strange that she was not surprised by the news at all.
'Is it a scam? No. Does he love me? No,' she thought to herself.
By the normal definition of love, Marion wasn't even capable of it.
Everything he did was nothing more than learned responses.
He was a masterful liar trying to mimic love, while in truth, he had never felt a thing.
Now all those moments of happiness were shattered into pieces.
Debra's phone buzzed again.
This time, it was Michael.
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